Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	holy_a	scripture_n	teach_v	4,464	5	6.2282	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04894	An epitaph, or rather a short discourse made vpon the life [and] death of D. Boner sometimes vnworthy Bisshop of London whiche dyed the v. of September in the Marshalsie.	Knell, Thomas.	1569 (1569)	STC 15033; ESTC S120017	21,496	62

An Epitaph or rather a short discourse made vpon the life death of D. Boner sometimes vnworthy Bisshop of London whiche dyed the v. of September in the Marshallie ¶ Imprinted at London at the long Shop adioyning vnto S Mildreds Church in the Pultrie by Iohn Alide An. do 1569. Sep. 14. ¶ An Epitaph vpon the life and death of D. Bonner who died the v. of September 1569. Quam cito de viuis extirpabuntur iniqui Fidentum domino pars bonafortis erit Per breue tēpus adhuc et non erit impiꝰ vltra Quaeretur nec erit quo fuit ante loco HOw soon are wicked men cut of from suche as liue in fame Yet is the Lord the postion good of those that loue his name ¶ A little while as yet therfore and there shall not remain One wicked man hence foorth to be of all the wicked train ¶ The wicked man shall then be sought but he shall not finde grace There to be found where he before was knowne to haue a place ¶ And therfore ioy all Englishe hartꝭ that fear the Lord aright And haue the loue of natiue land alwayes before your sight Lift vp your hartꝭ reioyce in him for woork of his owne hand For I of happy tidings mean to let you vnderstand ¶ Whiche chéerful wilhe sure to all of faithful Englishe blood Whose hartꝭ did neuer hate the truthe nor Gospel yet with stood ¶ A man there was a quondam great of might of pomp and praise Of Englishe blood though Englishe loue were small in all his wayes ¶ As did appéer by Roomishe actꝭ procéeding from his hight Which proou'de him not an Englishman but sure a Romain right ¶ For neuer faithful Englishe hart was foe to natiue soil Yet hée in natiue land did séek Christꝭ faithful flock to spoil ¶ And also then he wrought muche 〈◊〉 to Englands chéefest stayes He spilt their blood and mockt Gods woord wherby his gaue him praise ¶ Seducing men from sacred truthe to walke in Roomishe trade Wherby this land was ransackt so so spoild and so bare made ¶ That many yet doo féel the smart of that vnhappy time Though God haue clēsed now these partꝭ from suche moste vgly crime ¶ Wherwith this land infected was by Balams brood throughout Who sought a mischéef huge and great as then to bring about ¶ And more then so renereace by blood the great and pining lack Of pastors pure and pillers strōng whiche then were brought to wrack ¶ Without remorse his niaces and he ful sore did them torment By séeking of their death and losse whiche lou'd Christꝭ testament ¶ And more then so of woorthy wightꝭ of whom bereft are wée Whiche left their welth their ease life that Christe might gayned bée ¶ And yet not so this Cyrus left muche humam blood to spil And so ceace his deuouring rage and moste blasphemous wil. ¶ But more and more he sought outrage as all his mates were bent By lies and tales and popishe toyes Gods gospel to preuent ¶ As one in place by Sathan sent Gods instrument of ire To daunt the pride of England then whiche did it muche require And so no dout this Boner did he spared no degrée Ne wise ne graue ne riche ne poor he pitied no man hée ¶ Ne lame ne blinde suche was his thirst ne fooles ne wise in name Yea * nobles blood as 〈◊〉 triue he sought to bring to flame ¶ When pastors roum Bishops 〈◊〉 of London Sée he had As beautie then of all his dayes a Woolf in Lamb skinne clad ¶ His rage 〈◊〉 the seat with crime that nations far could say A drunken man dooth take in hand to guide the ship her way Not drunk with wine tho iudgement might declare he loou'd it more Then Christes pasture shéep 〈◊〉 he should haue set great store ¶ But bloody drunk sith hée not one did spare of Christes shéep Whiche did desire their conscience pure by Gospel for to kéep Yet he did watche though as a Woolf Christꝭ lambs for to deuoure He watched not to féed their soules nor yet to preache one houre For sure though he had Bishops rowm Paul saith he was vnfit In suche a place of Christes flock at any time to sit Whose iudgement was so small weak in Christes testament And learning lesse to teache the flock with that so slowe intent ¶ Should 〈◊〉 obtain of grace 〈◊〉 now for to haue a praise Whose retcheles rage and swinishe life shall 〈◊〉 in all mens dayes ¶ His knoweledge was to base no dout to sit in Bishops seat Though he perhaps in Popes decrées through trauail might be great ¶ And Ciuile law right prompt he knew though all for priuate gain And Cannons to for therin was his onely studeous pain ¶ And all but to vpholde the pride of Rome whiche was to il Or els to finde away how he Gods childrens blood might spil ¶ But who can boste in Gods decrées of Bonners knoweledge now In Scriptures force his answers shewd him learned as a Cow Or as an Asse whiche iudgement lacks in sence of holy writ Though he obtaind a bitter space in Bishops seat to sit ¶ Sus taught Mineruam there to long whiche held vsurped place Til Christe by force of Gospel truthe this Bufo did displace ¶ And took the Asse from his repast of playing on the harp Whole horned pawes in harmony made neither flat nor sharp ¶ But spilt the sound so long a time when mischéef reignd at wil Til Pallas came who took the Asse down from Parnassus hil And tied him vp at maunger yet whiche once did there remain Though there he felt not his desertꝭ nor halfe deserued pain ¶ To lodge on boords as he had made some other lodge before With hands and féet to starue in stocks with giues to be ful sore ¶ No no in 〈◊〉 his tormentꝭ were none suche nor half so vile He 〈◊〉 hath béen sure but yet not tasted all this while Of 〈◊〉 thrall of hungers bit in dungeon déep to grone Yet he of 〈◊〉 life ful oft to many made his mone Not sure for pain whiche he did féel but for the greatest gréef That he could not be fed as yet in slaughter who was chéef With blood of Saintꝭ and christian fleshe wherwith his lust was fed That he could not exalt the Pope stil héer as supreme hed That he could not his holy Lambes and leaden Bulles bestowe His Pardons and his obsequies mens soules to ouer throwe ¶ That truthe had ouer throwen with power his brutishe 〈◊〉 intent Whiche thought by fire fagots force Gods Gospel to preuent ¶ This wrought his onely gréef and wo as wel it did appéer For other cause sure there was none that euer I could hear ¶ He lay ful soft and had inough of Beer and chaunge of wine Bothe fleshe and fishe bothe fruitꝭ foul moste delicate and fine His table